Twenty

WordPress HandMel stared at her twenty-year-old hands, similar to her mother’s without spots or crinkled skin. She pondered the next big move.  Schooling was behind her.  So was her steady boyfriend.  In other words, everything that tied her to dependence.  It was time to step into a fully grown up world and embrace the challenges that lay ahead.  She knew two things for sure:  that someday she’d buy a house like the one that she grew up in, and that she’d want her own twenty-year-old.  The question was how to get there on her own, without the crutches of her past.

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